"Immortal Island!"
Shen Yi's heart surged with excitement. Was he finally going to see the legendary ancient hall?
"Senior Xiang, Island Mistress Ke'er!"
The black dragon circled through the sky, its formidable aura keeping the cultivators gathered around Immortal Island from drawing near. They could only call out from afar.
Once everyone had landed, Xiang Sheng lightly waved his hand. With a dragon's roar, the giant dragon soared deep into the clouds.
"Ancestor Xiang Kun and Senior Ancestor Meng Yun have already led people into Immortal Island ahead of us. The other three clans followed close behind, each protected by ancestor-level figures. After you two set foot on the island, you must be exceedingly careful!"
Xiang Sheng nodded, a trace of gravity flashing through his eyes. The Witch Tribe and Nightmare Tribe had been friendly for generations and had formed an alliance as soon as Immortal Island appeared. The Feather Clan and Soul Clan had also united. As for the only remaining Blood Tribe, it showed signs of siding with those two clans as well. Once inside Immortal Island, the situation would be extremely unfavorable for them.
"After entering, this old man can only protect you for part of the way. Though sacred medicine is precious, it is already useless to Spirit Transformation cultivators like us. But beware that old thing Bai Gula. He dotes greatly on Bai Xiao, and he may well assist him in secret."
After giving Shen Yi and Meng Ke'er these instructions, Xiang Sheng led them into Immortal Island.
On Immortal Island, spiritual energy drifted through the air. The moment Shen Yi entered, he felt every pore in his body opening and closing. The inexplicable comfort made him let out a satisfied sigh. It truly lived up to the name Immortal Island. Spiritual energy coiled around